Author’s Notes:Ben Braeden, from the episode ‘The Kids Are Alright’ is staying with Dean and Sam.The author chooses not to explain why, for how long or if anything has happened to his mother, Lisa Braeden.

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Dean leans his shoulder against Ben's bedroom doorframe. He crosses his arms in front of his chest. He crosses his legs at his ankles.For a few moments, he observes Ben sprawled on the bed.He grins to himself.

"So why'd you take the Impala, Ben?"

Ben sits up.He gives Dean his best innocent expression that usually melts his mom."You're not really going to spank me, are you, Dean? You're too cool for that."

"Can it, kiddo. I invented the con." Dean walks into the room.He turns around to close the bedroom door. He pauses. He locks the door and pockets the key. He walks to the desk across the room. He leans back on his butt. Palms grip the edge. "We need to talk about the crap you've pulled today. You've racked up an impressive list of offenses. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Ben shrugs his shoulders.

"You've got nothing to say?" Dean asks sternly.

Ben shrugs his shoulders, again.

"Last chance. Do you have anything you want to tell me before I punish you?"Dean slowly rolls up his left sleeve.

"I can drive," Ben announces proudly as he kneels up on the bed.

"You're too young. Besides, Sam doesn't drive unless it's necessary,” Dean adds offhandedly as he rolls his right sleeve up over his elbow.

"I'm not too young. You drove at my age," Ben responds stubbornly.

"Yeah, once, and dad made sure I never did it again. Now, do you understand why I'm going to punish you?"

"No!" Ben slides off the bed. He bolts towards the door. He turns the knob. He pulls the door. It doesn't open. He turns towards Dean, "You locked it?" he asks surprised.

"I know you better than you think," Dean smirks. "Now, let's get this over with."

Dean pulls the chair out from under the desk. He plants his butt on the seat.He leans forward to rest his forearms on his thighs.He’s eye level with Ben.

"What are ya gonna do?" Ben inquires softly.

"I'm going to put you over my knee and spank you." Dean explains.Pointing to the floor in front of him he instructs, "Come here."

"What if I don't?"

"There's an easy way or a hard way to do this. Either way you're going to be sitting on a sore behind."

"That's child abuse," Ben crosses his arms.

"You and Sam can debate that theory later. Right now, we're following my dad’s rules. You mess up. You get punished.That means extra chores, corner time or a good butt warming.So, what’s it going to be, kiddo, easy or hard?"

"Corner time," Ben chooses.

"We tried that already. You blew it. Front and center, now." Dean sits up straight.He points to the floor in front of him, again.

"This sucks," Ben states defiantly.

"Yeah, it does, for both of us. Now move it," Dean instructs crossly.

Ben puts his hands in his front pants pockets.He shuffles across the floor to the designated area.His head hangs down.

"Do we need to talk about why you are being punished?" Dean asks.

"No, I get it. No driving," Ben acknowledges to the floor.He makes circles on the carpet with his foot.

"That's part of it. You disobeyed a direct order not to mess with the Impala. You bailed after you were sent to your room.You tried to con both Sam and me." Dean reaches over to unbutton Ben's jeans.

"Hey!" Ben swats his hand away.

"Jeans are coming down," Dean advises sternly.

"I can do it myself." Ben unbuttons and unzips his pants. "Uncle Sam said you won't beat me," Ben states quietly.

“He's right.I’ll never beat you.But I will give your butt something to remember next time you think about disobeying us.

Dean pats his thighs, "You want me to help you?"

Without answering, Ben steps forward and lays himself across Dean's thighs.

"Are you ready for your spanking?"

"Just do it!" Ben responds with an edge of stubbornness and frustration.

Dean grins slightly at Ben's bravado. Lisa, Ben’s mother, had told Dean she would give Ben a couple of swats, but only once in a while, and it had been years since the last time.Ben’s bottom is about to learn the consequences of a real spanking.Hopefully it will remind him to make better choices in the future.

Dean holds Ben firmly in place with his left arm resting across Ben's back. He grabs the waistband of Ben's jeans with his right hand. He tugs the jeans down to his knees.

Ben's body stiffens in response.

Dean inhales a deep breath. He raises his open palm. He places the first memorable swat to the meatiest part of Ben's behind.

Ben jumps in surprise. "Oww." Instinctively, he reaches back with his right hand to protect his vulnerable cheeks.

Dean grabs Ben's wrist with his left hand and pins it to the small of his back.He lands another firm swat to the same position. Ben bucks his hips against Dean's grasp.

"Settle down, kid. We're just getting started."

“That hurts,” Ben complains with surprise.

"It's supposed to hurt.You're being punished for some serious stuff."

Dean begins a barrage of swats that cover Ben's entire bottom. The kid squirms but Dean doesn't let up. He dislikes spanking Ben as much as he disliked spanking Sammy when he was younger. But Ben needs to learn to follow orders before he seriously gets hurt. He could have killed himself or someone else by taking the Impala for a joy ride. Dean puts a little more muscle behind the next swat.

Ben yelps. He hides his face in his free arm. He doesn't want to cry in front of Dean but his butt cheeks are on fire. He sobs, "I’m sorry!"

Dean pauses. He rests his palm on Ben's behind. He feels the warmth emanating through Ben's underpants from the spanked bottom. "What are you sorry for?"

Dean uses both hands to gently pull the rough denim over the chastised bottom.

Ben takes a deep breath and holds it.His sobs quiet.His breathing calms.He turns his tear-streaked face towards Dean.Ben’s forlorn look melts Dean’s heart.He lifts Ben off his knees.He hugs him close to his chest resting Ben’s head on his shoulder.

Ben slides his arms around Dean’s neck.He returns the hug. Dean alternates patting and rubbing Ben’s back for comfort.

Ben hiccups.

"You okay, champ?" Dean inquires softly.

"No, my butt hurts," Ben rubs his head against Dean's shoulder.

“Yeah, I know the feeling,” Dean acknowledges with a smile.

"You ready to talk?" Dean asks.

Ben picks his head up from Dean's shoulder. He looks directly into Dean's eyes.He nods an affirmative.

Dean gives Ben a tight squeeze. He lifts him away from his chest. Dean turns Ben to sit comfortably on his lap. He guides the youngster's head to rest against his chest. His muscular arm wraps around the small shoulder.

Comments {27}

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OMG, I just realized I didn't comment on this. Epic fail. I start doing something, and then little people want things, and I forget what the heck I'm doing, LOL. :) Anyway, I loved this. I usually have a harder time with the little guys getting spanked (I just feel SORRY for them, LOL!), but I think the offense here more than merited the punishment. Loved how Sam wanted the time-out, and Dean went along with it until it didn't work, hee! And I liked Dean being up to Ben's tricks, too - probably invented them. :) And the whole co-parenting thing was really sweet; the two guys strike a nice balance together. Um, have I gone on way too long here? Well, like I said, I enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing it with us! :)

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I have 2 others rolling around in my head for this verse. One is the opposite where Dean's the softy and Sam's got to take charge. The other is the boys have to leave Ben with Uncle Bobby while they do an overnight hunt.